Cruel Wife Novels & Stories

He cursed angrily, "How dare you beat me! Come on! I'm telling you that it was your wife who came to me. And she begged me to love her. She kept calling me honey. And she said she was forced to marry you! You're such a loser! No woman wants to be with you unless you force her." Trevor punched "Cedrick" in the face. Then, he got punched too. Trevor reached up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth as he cursed hysterically, "Did you say that on purpose? You know she is my wife. You just want to embarrass me! You just want to cuckold me! Ralph Mason, go to hell! I'm going to kill you!" No rival to Trevor, "Cedrick" just kept yelling those brutal words.

The hell he never wanted to ever show a woman, specially the one he's married to but the deception killed the very warm feelings inside his heart. This pich dark despondent night forecasted the very beginning of unseen cruelty his husband was about to offer her pious body and mind, making sure to leave her crying each night in pain...

Draven A few weeks past since my stupid wife tried killing herself, and somehow I find myself checking up on her as if I care. I really don't. Somehow, I just can't allow her to kill herself. Of course she gets on top of my last nerve, but that doesn't mean I actually want her dead. I just say that to make her feel like hell. The fact that she overdosed because of my words bothers me, deeply. It has been bothering me ever since, because she could have died, and it would have been my fault. I locked her in a position to not retaliate to me. I threatened the life of her cousin if she talked over me. That's some real pussy move. I can't help it though. How do I treat a woman who marries me for

The years of playing the quiet, obedient wife. The years of swallowing Jennifer's insults while she paraded his affection right in my face. The years of making excuses for a man who would gladly cut me open to save another woman. It all exploded. I swung my hand and slapped him hard across the face. Smack. The sound echoed sharply in the small room. Ellis's head jerked to the side. A red mark instantly bloomed on his sharp, aristocratic cheekbone. "I am your wife!" I screamed. Hot tears finally spilled over my cheeks, burning my skin. "I am the mother of your child! How could you be so cruel to me, just for her?"

> "I'm the cold, detached wife. I'm the emotionally unavailable physician who spent more time in the trauma bays than in her own home. I was entirely too focused on my own career advancement to notice a lonely, neglected husband." Thelma looked utterly crushed. The absolute silence that followed was all the confirmation I required. I nodded slowly, the pieces of the puzzle locking into perfect alignment. The script practically wrote itself. The highly successful, unyielding female doctor; the busy, neglectful mother; the tragic, cast-aside husband who simply fell into the arms of a warm, supportive young woman. You could almost hear the whispers spreading through the manicured lawns of River

The trauma she endured resurfaces, engulfing her in a whirlwind of discomfort and distress. ‘But know this, I am the woman of the house. I won’t let this marriage happen. If you try to go against me, Nora…trust me, I will make your life a living hell -” The juxtaposition of her current situation and the echoes of her past adds an additional layer of unease. The memories of being taken against her will intensify her discomfort, triggering a heightened sense of vulnerability and fear. The scars of her past experiences resurface, causing her to question her safety and well-being in the present moment.

Amythest regained her balance and walked over to the window. "How come you didn't tell me about your husband?" In hushed tones, I inquired. She scowled and drew her brows together, as if she didn't understand why I was interested in his husband. She moved away from me and said, "Umm.... he works as a body bulder." I turned around to face her and showed her my biceps once more. Despite the fact that I am not a bodybuilder, I do have abs and biceps. With a thud, she walked into the washroom, rolling her eyes. She shut the door in my face, as though I was invading her personal space. I slapped my face in humiliation and attempted to inquire about her love life.

the two girls said uniformly and chuckled at the slight coincidence "then without further delay, let me introduce my new wife who goes by the name Rose, she's my priceless jewel now," my husband said and kissed my cheek "It's nice to meet you, Mrs Rose, I'm Kingsley Decker" his son replied and stretched his hand for a handshake I shook hands with him and we both smiled at each other "I'm Lisa, it's nice to meet you," one of the girls said and shook hands with me "I'm Georgina, the last born of the house, it's a pleasure having you in our family," the last girl said

Dangerously quiet. Because everyone involved knew what that meant. Alex knew too much. Far too much. And if he reached Patricia before they did... Everything would collapse. Back inside Alison's office, Obadiah continued. "I was married." Patricia listened. Barely. Her entire body felt numb. "My wife and I were having problems." He laughed bitterly. "More problems than either of us admitted." The old man looked toward the window. Toward the dark Nakuru skyline. "Then I met a woman."

“You should have thought about that before accepting to be my wife. I actually don't know why I'm having this conversation with you.” “Then it's futile.” “Yes, you're coming with me because you're my wife!” He snapped. “I'm only your wife by title, maybe I should remind you of that.” It was after she spoke she realized everything, she didn't understand what came over her but she apparently knew she was infuriated by his guts. Perhaps it was because of the stress. She wasn't sure. “For that alone you have no right to go against my words. Do you understand?” Charlene gazed intently into his eyes, she didn't know if she was to say another word or kept silent. “Good.”